| In memory of the Germanic tribes whose spirit still burns in me,
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| And will never fade
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| Away, hail to thee
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| «Bezit sterft, families sterven
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| Jijzelf zult sterven als zij
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| Maar één ding weet ik, dat eeuwig leeft
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| De heldenroem van de dode.»
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| From this grey land of mist and rain
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| Batavian blood still flows through my veins
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| Barbarism, is what I adore
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| Time after time, it leads me to war
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| «Veni, vidi, vici…»
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| Is what you said old Roman emperor
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| Ik kwam, ik zag en overwon
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| Is what we say today… ha ha
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| Reunited Germanic tribes
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| Proud and strong, like we’ve never been away
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| Batavieren, Eburonen
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| Nerviërs, Friezen en Teutonen
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| Verenigt u en sta als één
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| Want angst, dat kennen wij voor geen!!!
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| Germanic tribes unite your forces
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| Take up your arms and ride your horses
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| Raise your swords engraved with (mighty) runes
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| Perpare yourselves when you hear the battle tunes
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| Impetuous, stormy and combative
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| Will lead us to apocalyptic violence
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| Totally controlled by a blind pugnacity
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| Yes, that will be the «Bellum Germanicum»
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| Just after that we will be free
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| Oh… «Bellum Germanicum»… finally
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| Ik kwam, ik zag en overwon
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| Is what we say today… ha ha
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| Reunited Germanic tribes
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| Like we’ve never been away!
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| «Bellum Germanicum» |